CHAPTER EIGHTThe servants carried away the small dining table and, leaving the decanter of port and the liqueurs on the sideboard, they withdrew from the room.
Gisela seated herself on a long soft sofa covered in silver brocade that stood on one side of the fireplace.
She longed to have the courage to say that she must retire to bed. And yet, even while she longed to go, she wanted to stay.
She felt shy and embarrassed and at the same time there was some other emotion within her that she did not recognise.
It seemed to her that nothing had been said since that moment when Lord Quenby told her that he loved her. They must have spoken together, they must have made some conventional response to the servants, who had offered them dessert and brought in the coffee, but Gisela could remember
